999. [The Finale.]

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I backed up until I had hit the building, looking at each of the five enemies in turn. I picked the weakest link and decided he was my target. Secrecy is key, I thought, play it off. So I acted how I would have acted if I hadn't gotten my overdrive. Still pretending to freak out, I positioned myself to launch through the link. I saw a Railgun charge up, and I knew this was my only chance. Jamming the button, I saw the whimsical green sphere appear around my tank, and saw my supplies kick into action. I started loading up my Railgun right as the other fired. Thankfully, my Repair was still going on; I barely felt any damage as it almost instantly healed. 

 

I shot straight through the targeted tank, charging forward and practically drifting around the corner. Even with all of the supplies on, my health at the moment was still below halfway. I turned another corner, not knowing where I was heading, but not caring anyways. After what seemed like endless amounts of corners and alleyways, I saw the familiar blue glow of our flag stand. Our flag was missing. I didn't care though, as I knew that meant I was in my territory; my safe haven. Having charged up whilst I was running, I replenished my health with my repair kit.

 

I thought about what to do next. Running through what has happened, I didn't recall anything good. But instead of discouraging me, that pushed me on. Steeling what was left of my nerves, I charged back into the fray. I didn't stop and fight anyone this time, I had one goal.

 

Get the flag. Capture it. End this torturous game.

 

I repeated the same strategy I've been using the entire game: run in the general direction and eventually you might find the flag. It never failed me, so why should I discard it? Anyways, I went straight back into battle, charging past, or sometimes through anybody and everybody who dared to be in my line of sight. I had one goal set in my mind, and I was going to complete that goal, or die. As I whipped my tanks end around yet another corner, I saw a red glow in front of me. The previous flag carrier had died. Charging towards the flag, I noticed about seven tanks also charging towards the flag, determined not to let me get it. I put on a speed boost and shot towards the flag and managed to grab it, but with a cost. Being hit so many times in the process, I was one hit away from being dead. I shot around random corners, not even knowing which direction I should be going in until I ran into another teammate. I dropped the flag and took off, hoping that the other tanker would complete the mission.  

 

Being freed of my burden, my only goal was now to survive. I turned corners after corners until I came across a familiar location. A dead end. I looked at my health and I see it at a quarter left, with neither my repair kit nor my overdrive nowhere near being ready, I realized this was probably the end. But I wouldn't go out without a fight. As they appeared, I managed to nail two at once, killing the Hornet-Thunder in the front. But there were already too many of them. As they got ready to deliver the fatal blow, I recalled all the memories of the great battle. The gold box, Claudia, the Hunter-Striker, all of the good memories, and all of the bad memories. Then I flashed back to reality. There was no escape. I was about to die right before our victory. As I watched the shot go towards me, emotions suddenly disappeared. I didn't feel sad that it was about to end, but I wasn't happy either.

 

Right as the shot was about to hit my tank, something weird happened. The game suddenly stopped for a moment, and then a new screen popped up. The tab screen, but with rewards on it. 

The game was over, the mission was completed.

We had won.

And I was in first place.

 

 

Outside of the computer world, Jack jumped up and down in celebration. He looked at the clock; it was 9:30 on Christmas Eve. He was silent, taking in what he had just done in Tanki Online. After a moment or two, he heard his mom calling for him.

"Jack? C'mon, it's time to go. You don't want to be late for Ethan's birthday party."

 

...Darkness.

 

-Lose

 

I decided to wrap up the 999. series as my celebration for being part of the AWS for one year. Thank you, more stories to come!

[Person_Random 4,991]

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Excellent piece! I've read this series from beginning to end - each part reveals a detailed insight about the game and reminds me of those familiar emotions I experienced when I used to play frequently.  It's especially great to see this story series come somewhat full circle, starting from the beginning of the battle and coming an end in this thrilling finale to the series that encouraged me to write again.

 

Just a few edits:

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• "anyways" to "anyway"
• 7 to "seven".  Numbers twenty and under are generally written out, while larger numbers are kept in number form.
• removed an extra "my" before "neither repair kit"
• "with neither my repair kit nowhere near being ready, nor my overdrive ready" to "neither my repair kit nor my overdrive nowhere near being ready"
• "to" to "for"

 

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On 12/19/2019 at 12:47 PM, Person_Random said:

Approved.

 

Excellent piece! I've read this series from beginning to end - each part reveals a detailed insight about the game and reminds me of those familiar emotions I experienced when I used to play frequently.  It's especially great to see this story series come somewhat full circle, starting from the beginning of the battle and coming an end in this thrilling finale to the series that encouraged me to write again.

 

Just a few edits:

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• "anyways" to "anyway"
• 7 to "seven".  Numbers twenty and under are generally written out, while larger numbers are kept in number form.
• removed an extra "my" before "neither repair kit"
• "with neither my repair kit nowhere near being ready, nor my overdrive ready" to "neither my repair kit nor my overdrive nowhere near being ready"
• "to" to "for"

 

Cheers! I should start working on Darkness soon, so stay tuned for that. Also I still can't believe that my story made you come back to writing